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hugtopia_logs2019-08-01 01:58 pm
begguiling) wrote in hugtopia_logs2019-08-01 01:58 pm
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♥ Who: Magolor and eeeeveryone (who wants in)
♥ Where: Chillin' outside the housing complexes
♥ When: One fine day in the beginning of August/Achtom
♥ What: Everyone loves a good survey, and even if you don't, you're all getting one anyway.
♥ Rating: G, no warnings here
♥ Note: I'm happy to match your preferred format, so proceed as you wish!
[Could Magolor have done this over the network? Of course. Maybe people would have appreciated that more. But that's not how he chooses to go about this: over the network, he'll be easier to ignore, and that's no good. And over the network, he can't give anyone any earnest handshakes or touches on the shoulder to contribute to his bank account, I mean, the wellbeing of this planet! Praise Diacht!
So instead of ringing up the populace to ask for their input, he's doing this old-school.
Upon leaving their houses today, anytime between midmorning and late afternoon, any character is subject to being hunted down and approached by a perky little hovering alien with a clipboard and pen in his hands. He's pretty fast in waving people down, and pretty relentless:]
Helloooooo~! Won't you spare me just a moment? I promise not to keep you! You'll be glad you did. This is for the good of our community, and I can't do it without your help!
[He at least sounds and looks very earnest about this, like a bright-eyed canvasser on their first day on the streets.
Or maybe it's something else. Maybe you've seen him lurking out there for hours now and want to give him an earful, or like, a snack or something, which would be much appreciated. Maybe you have some bone to pick with him. The world is your oyster! He sure is making himself obnoxiously visible.]
♥ Where: Chillin' outside the housing complexes
♥ When: One fine day in the beginning of August/Achtom
♥ What: Everyone loves a good survey, and even if you don't, you're all getting one anyway.
♥ Rating: G, no warnings here
♥ Note: I'm happy to match your preferred format, so proceed as you wish!
[Could Magolor have done this over the network? Of course. Maybe people would have appreciated that more. But that's not how he chooses to go about this: over the network, he'll be easier to ignore, and that's no good. And over the network, he can't give anyone any earnest handshakes or touches on the shoulder to contribute to his bank account, I mean, the wellbeing of this planet! Praise Diacht!
So instead of ringing up the populace to ask for their input, he's doing this old-school.
Upon leaving their houses today, anytime between midmorning and late afternoon, any character is subject to being hunted down and approached by a perky little hovering alien with a clipboard and pen in his hands. He's pretty fast in waving people down, and pretty relentless:]
Helloooooo~! Won't you spare me just a moment? I promise not to keep you! You'll be glad you did. This is for the good of our community, and I can't do it without your help!
[He at least sounds and looks very earnest about this, like a bright-eyed canvasser on their first day on the streets.
Or maybe it's something else. Maybe you've seen him lurking out there for hours now and want to give him an earful, or like, a snack or something, which would be much appreciated. Maybe you have some bone to pick with him. The world is your oyster! He sure is making himself obnoxiously visible.]
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...Is—Is this part of the world that's broken??
[He's not sure how that makes sense, but it's physical contact, and that's the whole thing here, so maybe it makes sense on some level?!?!]
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[He doesn't know. But his mind casts around for any kind of theory, his own hand tugging up his scarf and then pressing against it in horrified thought, and then:]
—These were handmade, but the ingredients came from the replicator. Maybe that's why.
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[That, too, makes sense on a vague gut level, as part of the world that might be "broken". It's not like he knows what properties of food make it so shareable.]
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[He hates not knowing things! Hates it! Especially things like this, that are immediately relevant to their lives. But it feels like the only easy explanation he can come up with, and boy does he want there to be an easy one.]
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[Taranza, meanwhile, is more than willing to just give up on this forever until someone tells him it's safe again. This empty kissing is just humiliating...!]
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[But that reaction was pretty funny, and he giggles, finally pulling back entirely and letting Taranza go.]
Experimentation is scientific too, though. I'll look into it.
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